Yep. That’s my mind. It’s no wonder I can’t figure out what to write about. There is too much stuff going on in there. One minute I’m thinking about my upcoming project and class this weekend, and the next I’m thinking about the cats, or maybe sex, then food, which leads to thinking about cooking and going to the store. Now, I sound like I’ve lost my mind. It’s not lost. I know where it is, but there is such a cluster of thoughts going round and round in there that I can’t seem to catch just one for more than a few seconds.

I also have my group form the seminar I’m in on my mind. You’ll have to pardon my ranting and strong desire to strangle them all. I find it difficult to listen to excuse after excuse as to why they can’t make it to class or group meetings. Some are really trying and do make it, so I have to give them some credit for that, but half the group never makes it. They aren’t easy to catch on the phone, and they don’t seem to want to talk…other than to give excuses. I think it’s time to stop playing nice. I’ve been “nice.” Nice is getting me nowhere. I think it’s time for the cosmic kick in the pants. I need to whip up my verbal mix and lay it out. Blunt honesty. I’ll have to let you know how it goes.